Each little touch, every kiss and all the words whispered into his skin burn down into his chest and settle hard in his belly like a weight he just can't lift. It's suffocating and stings. Or maybe that's the drag of teeth along his collarbone. He isn't quite certain which, shutting out the world and clutching at him in his own desperate attempt to hold him close. Why this is so different than anything he's ever experienced is difficult to describe. There are no words, only action and reaction. ]
Dean...
[ Castiel almost trips over the word, breathless when his hands slip from those shoulders and slide between them. He grips at the front of his clothes again, yanking and pulling and taking a step back. After last night, after today and everything, he just needs to be close to him. Because Castiel craves that affection, the lack of proximity and the urgency of knowing the silence in his head can be overwritten. He wants, but--
But.
His breaths are heavy, eyes still closed tight, and his mouth hovers over Dean's, noses touching as he waits to wake up. Waits for this to stop being real, waits for Dean to kiss him again so he doesn't have to. ]
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Each little touch, every kiss and all the words whispered into his skin burn down into his chest and settle hard in his belly like a weight he just can't lift. It's suffocating and stings. Or maybe that's the drag of teeth along his collarbone. He isn't quite certain which, shutting out the world and clutching at him in his own desperate attempt to hold him close. Why this is so different than anything he's ever experienced is difficult to describe. There are no words, only action and reaction. ]
Dean...
[ Castiel almost trips over the word, breathless when his hands slip from those shoulders and slide between them. He grips at the front of his clothes again, yanking and pulling and taking a step back. After last night, after today and everything, he just needs to be close to him. Because Castiel craves that affection, the lack of proximity and the urgency of knowing the silence in his head can be overwritten. He wants, but--
But.
His breaths are heavy, eyes still closed tight, and his mouth hovers over Dean's, noses touching as he waits to wake up. Waits for this to stop being real, waits for Dean to kiss him again so he doesn't have to. ]